Watching Feng Ze's carriage disappear at the end of the street, Feng Zhao and Yueming turned their heads and looked at the scene of the assassination again, there were soldiers guarding the entire street, and began to clean up the fighting ground, and the gate of Juxiang Pavilion not far away was closed.

As early as when the two of them came back from Yongguan, they received news from Limeng, from the palace to the shops on both sides of the street of the palace and the palace almost changed owners, but as for who the master was, it didn't seem to be very clear, but it vaguely seemed to have something to do with Juxiang Pavilion.

At that time, the two of them couldn't find out why, so they could only pay attention to it secretly.

From Feng Ze to live in the Xuan Wang's Mansion, every day when he goes out, Feng Zhao will listen to Feng Ze's movements, today is no exception, after Feng Ze went out, he scattered his strength and listened carefully to Feng Ze's movements, the carriage stopped halfway, he heard the conversation between the coachman and Feng Ze, at that moment, he jumped on the highest roof of the Xuan Palace, looking in the direction of Feng Ze.

Nothing that happened below escaped his eyes.

Seeing the gray-clothed figure, he knew that he didn't need him to make a move, so he and Yueming stood on the roof and leisurely watched the fight below, and at the same time didn't forget to call Yaoling with a sound transmission.

"Juxiang Pavilion. Yueming said these three words lightly, and a pair of clear and cold eyes looked at Fengzhao.

The wind is silent.

"Father, have you finally made a move?" he asked softly in his heart.

In the palace, Feng Qing, who received the message, had a gloomy face like a summer storm, and there was a bottomless cold in his deep eyes.

Those people of the Ji Kingdom really did it to Feng Ze again, and it seems that their purpose is very clear. Killing Feng Ze can only make Feng He the prince, but I don't know if this is the meaning of the people of the Ji country, or...

Regardless of whether Wind River participates or not, it is enough to show that Ji Rujin does not want Feng Ze to be the future emperor of Dalong.

There was a deep pain in the bottom of my heart, as if I was about to separate some flesh and blood from some corner.

"He'er, are you trying to push me into a corner?"

waved his hand and motioned for Feng Ze and Xia Linhai in front of him to leave.

When Feng Ze went out, he called softly.

"Ze'er," Feng Ze stood still.

"You... Let's go back to the palace and live. ”

Feng Ze looked at Feng Qing and saw the vicissitudes and exhaustion behind his eyes.

"Ze'er is not filial. It worries my father. I'm going to move back to the palace. His gentle voice was like the wind in March, blowing warmly through Fengqing's heart, making his aching heart feel a lot more comfortable.

"Hmm," he nodded slightly.

"Father, Ze'er doesn't know if you should say it?" Feng Ze bent down slightly. Said respectfully to Feng Qing.

"But it doesn't hurt to talk about it. Feng Qing gave a faint order.

"In Ze'er's opinion. It is better to put these men to death. ”

"Why?" Feng Qing was slightly surprised.

Kazezawa was silent for a while. The expression on his face was a little heavy, "These people are all from the Ji Kingdom, and they have tried to assassinate Erchen several times. There are only two people in the Dalong royal family, me and the imperial brother, if they can't help but torture and pull the imperial brother out, wouldn't they want to let the father and the imperial brother kill each other. Ze'er didn't believe that this matter would be related to the imperial brother, that Ji Rujin Yin was ruthless and had a lot of schemes, by assassinating me, so that his father was suspicious of the imperial brother, and then through the hands of his father, except for the eldest brother, then his father's body and mind would also be severely damaged, and at that time he suddenly attacked the big dragon..."

He said it in a low voice, but Feng Qing understood it.

Holding the book case in his hand, he was silent for a long time, Ze'er was right, whether this matter was related to Wind River or not, he couldn't be pulled out at this time. Once those people of the Ji Kingdom insist that they are instructed by the Wind River, then the Wind River will have to die, and how can they kill their only son.

Raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ze, there was some praise and a little melancholy in the depths of his eyes, Ze'er is a kind and scheming child, but his kindness will affect the expansion of Dalong after all.

Gently walked up to Feng Ze, raised a hand, put it on Feng Ze's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "You go and interrogate those people." ”

A few days later, news came from the palace that the second prince had executed all those people of the Ji Kingdom, because those people refused to confess the mastermind behind them until they died. The reason is that since they received the order to assassinate, their wives and children in the family have been controlled by thistle, so only death can save the lives of their relatives.

Feng Zhao and Yue Ning, who heard the news, looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.

And these few short days are like years in the wind river of the Pingwang Mansion, and he is terrified all day long, and he can't hear the sound of horses' hooves galloping at the door.

He often wakes up in his sleep, and often at that time he will hug Yun'er tightly around him, and tears will silently sprinkle Yun'er's clothes.

"Yun'er, Yun'er," he would gently call Yun'er's name, as if the petite woman in his arms could give him great protection.

Finally, when he heard that Feng Ze had executed those people, he let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing him in such pain, Yun'er could only light all kinds of incense to calm him and remove noise, but how could inner peace be achieved with incense?

"Your Highness, if you really want to be the crown prince, let Yun'er help you, even if you Yun'er fights for this life, what if you Yun'er fights for this life?" Looking at Feng He's sad face sleeping in the incense, she said softly.

A few days later, Lan Yan in the palace sent news again, and Feng Qing ordered the Eagle Guard to go to Molong to greet the envoys who had protected Molong to marry.

On this day, there were some snowflakes in the sky, but the snowflakes were no longer as strong as they were in the cold winter, and after they landed, they turned into traces of water and imprinted on the ground.

When the sun was still a tree high from the mountain to the west, Feng Qing walked into the Qingli Palace with a wet breath.

Chang Ruoli was in a daze in front of the charcoal basin, and the sunshine from the west happened to shine on her slight face, with an ethereal and distant expression.

Feng Qing stood at the door and looked at it stupidly, holding a bouquet of goose yellow plum blossoms in his hand.

Xu is feeling something, Chang Ruoli turned her head slightly, and saw Fengqing holding Lamei at the door, she smiled, and opened a very faint smile at him, although it was faint, but it was a smile from the heart.

At that moment, Feng Qing's heart had a warm feeling of blooming, and he no longer felt that he was lonely.

Gently walked in front of Chang Ruoli, squatted down and handed the plum blossom in full bloom to the woman in front of him.

Chang Ruoli took the bouquet of plum blossoms, put it between the wings of the nose and sniffed it gently, the fragrance of the flowers was elegant and long.

"It's beautiful," she said in a low voice.

The big hand that had been as warm as jade reached over and gently shook her slender jade hand that had stroked the petals.

"My Ruoli is the most beautiful. The voice was low but full of love.

Chang Ruoli turned his eyes sideways and looked at Feng Qing in front of him.

Seeing his high bun, deep and handsome face, and dark brocade robe, the heavy love in his eyes like a secluded pool.

"It's been sixteen years, I've waited for sixteen years, and today I'm finally waiting for Ruoli to smile at me. Feng Qing smiled bitterly, but it was so heavy with vicissitudes.

Chang Ruoli's heart hurt violently.

Her long eyelashes drooped down, covering the pain in her eyes.

After a while, she raised her eyes again and looked at Feng Qing lightly.

"If Li is not a person of iron and stone, how can I be indifferent to the favor of His Majesty for so many years, but my heart has been occupied by the prince and there is no spare space. ”

Feng Qing got up, slowly turned her back, and sighed slightly, "I can't get into your heart after all." ”

Slowly turned around and looked down at Chang Ruoli, who was still sitting next to the charcoal basin, and asked softly: "If I meet you first, can you love me like you love Feng Xuan?"

Chang Ruoli raised his head to meet those deep eyes, and replied softly: "Now like this, Majesty can also move Ruoli, if you see it, how can Ruoli not love Majesty." She spoke naturally and calmly, without the slightest concealment.

Feng Qing smiled, laughing sadly, laughing desolately.

"In order to be the prince, I married Wu Yan, whom I didn't love. In order to keep the position of the crown prince, he didn't dare to leave the imperial capital half a step at any time, Feng Fei's marriage was originally scheduled for the prince to send his relatives, but I stubbornly shirked it. How do you know that Feng Xuan is gone, but he welcomes back Ruoli you, and this life is regretful but useless. If," he squatted in front of Chang Ruoli again, "if there is an afterlife, I will never miss you again." ”

Chang Ruoli's body was slightly stunned, and after a while, she muttered to herself in a daze: "Afterlife" There was some indescribable light in her eyes. (To be continued......)